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Chapter 40 Sealing the Wolf Mountain and Inscribing the Stele on Yanran Mountain!
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"

On the banks of the Onon River, armored cavalrymen were wading across the water. Jia Yan, riding a pure white Ujumchin horse, gazed southward.

For a thousand years, only the Ming Taizong Zhu Di led five expeditions to the northern deserts, reaching this place, the birthplace of the Mongols.

"General."

"The entire army has crossed the Onon River."

Dong Yong, whose aura was usually reserved, had a glint in his eyes as he reported.

Several days ago, he had already broken through the Dark Force realm, and more than a third of the eight hundred Longxi disciples had entered the Bright Force realm. Since the Tang Dynasty, the only army that had recently achieved this level was Li Cunxiao's Five Hundred Flying Tiger Army.

If all eight hundred men were to break through to the Ming Jin level, they would become a force that would dominate the battlefield. Even when facing hundreds of thousands of enemy troops, they would be invincible and unstoppable.

"Then kill them."

With piercing eyes, Jia Yan gave the order.

"Yes."

Dong Yong raised his right hand high, which was clearly seen by the eight hundred cavalrymen. Everyone gripped the reins tightly, drew their swords, and their eyes flashed with ferocity.

next moment.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Eight hundred warhorses galloped simultaneously across the grasslands along the Onon River, the intense vibrations causing the Chechen Khanate members nearby to show expressions of fear.

Faced with the overwhelming charge of the cavalry, the Chechen Khanate's remaining herders had no will to resist.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Eight hundred cavalrymen moved as if they were in an empty field. Long swords swept across, heads fell to the ground, and blood gushed from necks, staining the dew-covered grass red.

The birthplace of the Mongols has become both alluring and bloody, with Longxi youths covered in blood, resembling ferocious demons, galloping on horseback and slaughtering wantonly.

They had done something like this before on the Xilin Gol Grassland, and they could easily replicate it here with almost no pressure.

"Those who surrender, live!"

The accompanying Mongolian guide rode his horse along the Onon River, shouting loudly. The Mongolian language echoed across the vast grassland. Under the blue sky and white clouds, Chechen Khan tribesmen dismounted and lay prostrate on the ground, their bodies still trembling.

"Ta-ta-ta! Ta-ta-ta!"

A white horse leisurely trotted across the fertile grassland, Jia Yan's eyes showing no pity, only indifference.

"Morgen!"

“My esteemed master, your most loyal servant, Morigen, awaits your command.”

A burly Mongolian man, with a fawning expression, eagerly stepped forward to take the reins.

"From now on, everything here is yours."

"Yes, Master."

Morigen was filled with emotion. Like Uritu, he had been betrayed by his respective tribes in the past.

People like them were extremely common in the various Mongol tribes, as lowly as servants, and could be sold to merchants as slaves at any time by important figures in the tribe.

But today, Jia Yan has given them hope, an excellent choice to control and change their own destiny.

"By the Eternal Heaven, you have failed. Now, pledge your allegiance to the great master."

Looking at the tens of thousands of elderly, women, children, and young adults in the garrison, Morigen fulfilled his duty as a lackey and shouted loudly.

The kneeling Mongols looked up at the sound, their eyes filled with disbelief. Despite the threat of death, these descendants of the Eternal Heaven and followers of the Sirius God chose to submit and pledge allegiance to their new master.

"Great master, Ashile Falcon/Sur, under the witness of the Eternal Heaven, offer our loyalty and courage."

One by one, the Mongols solemnly swore their allegiance to the Eternal Heaven, their eyes fixed on that lofty figure. The golden attribute "[Zhaolie Reborn]" continued to work its magic, and the Mongols' loyalty grew at an unimaginable rate, turning them into die-hard fans of Jia Yan. Even if they were forced to fight bare-handed, they would do it without hesitation.

"Li Qing."

"Select 1600 excellent warhorses and replenish their fodder and water."

"Immediately proceed to the Tushetu Khanate."

After glancing at the twelve guards, Jia Yan gave the orders.

From the Xilin Gol Grassland where the Bairin tribe was located, it was about 1500 li to here. They had already penetrated nearly 3000 li into the northern desert. The Bairin and Chechen Khanate garrisons had been successively captured. Next were the Tushetu Khanate and the Zasagtu Khanate. Then they would return south to the Tumochuan Plain (Ping'an Prefecture). They had no time to waste and needed to hurry to the next place.

"Yes."

The guards also knew that time was of the essence, so they arranged to change the horses of the eight hundred cavalrymen. Now each person had four horses: two Ujumchin horses and two of the best quality warhorses that had just been captured from the Chechen Khanate.

"Ta-ta-ta! Ta-ta-ta!"

Before the sun had set, the cavalrymen set off again, leaving behind only tens of thousands of Chechen Khanate herders who had submitted to the Khanate.

Late March, northern desert, Langjuxu Mountain (Kent Mountain).

A tall, circular altar stands at the foot of the mountain, with forty-nine wooden poles from which animal entrails are suspended, signifying the "suspended pole sacrifice."

Eight hundred cavalrymen, dressed in black cloth armor and with long swords at their waists, stood solemnly on either side of the altar, surrounded by the Tushetu Khan tribesmen, all watching the scene with curiosity.

"Tap!"

Dressed in a black brocade robe with gold trim and a jade crown binding his hair, Jia Yan ascended the altar step by step.

Throughout history, only emperors could hold sacrificial rites to Heaven. There was only one exception: Huo Qubing. Now, he is the second to hold such a ceremony at Langjuxu Mountain.

"Beat the drums and blow the horns!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"Waaah--"

As the deep drumbeats and melodious horn sounds resounded from all directions, the atmosphere became exceptionally solemn, and all eight hundred cavalrymen looked at Jia Yan with reverence.

"In the seventh year of Yongping, the year of Bingwu, on the twenty-second day of the third month, Emperor Qian respectfully dispatched Yan, the Tiger-General of the Imperial Guard, to perform rituals to Heaven and Earth, and to offer sacrifices to the mountains and rivers. He proclaimed to the gods of the four directions, demonstrating the might of the imperial throne and the prosperity of the nation. He then composed the sacrificial text to inform future generations and pass it down endlessly."

"Descendants of Yan and Huang, of the Xia dynasty, how can we be bullied by barbarians? Now, the descendants of the Northern Barbarians have raised troops to invade our borders. Your Majesty has ordered me to conquer the northern deserts, pacify the three tribes of Balin, Chechen Khan, and Tushetu Khan, and pray to Heaven and Earth to quell the flames of war. May the gods bear witness and offer their blessings!"

Holding a yellow silk scroll, Jia Yan read the eulogy word by word, his voice resounding through the heavens.

"start!"

Dong Yong waved his hand, and the torches in the hands of his guards were thrown into the prepared pile of dry firewood. Smoke rose up as the calf was burned to communicate with the gods.

"offer!"

Li Qing held a tray with a blue jade disc on it.

"Clap!"

Jia Yan performed the three kneelings and nine kowtows meticulously, a ritual performed to worship Heaven.

"Moo!!!"

“Meow!!!”

The five sacrificial animals, which had been prepared beforehand, had their throats slit on the spot, and their blood flowed onto the altar.

Finally, the wine and spirits were offered, marking the end of this grand sacrificial ceremony to Heaven.

Ten days later, Jia Yan led his troops to conquer the last of the three tribes in northern Mongolia: the territory of the Zasaktu Khanate. He erected a stone tablet at Yanran Mountain to commemorate his victory before returning south.

(End of this chapter)